The Runaway by Hayden

One winter’s day I ran away from home. I ran straight to this place with a massive sculpture of a skeleton,where my mum never let me go.The more I thought about my mum the more I wanted to go back home. Suddenly there was a massive CRACK! and BAM! The sculpture fell over and there was a cloaked, ghostly, black figure in the corner. I ran back home right away without one glance back at the sculpture and the figure. I began to regret that I ever ran from home in the first place. And never seen again.

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